My name is Annabeth Chase. I am the demigod daughter of Athena. The greatest adventure of my life (so far, at least) began when a boy came weakly running down the boundary hill carrying Grover and a horn.
I was sitting in the Big House at Camp Half-Blood, talking to Chiron. We'd been talking for about two hours, and I was beginning to zone out. Sitting slumped over in my chair, I watched myself wrap one of my curly blonde locks around my finger. I would much rather be in the realm of architecture and battle strategies then listening to Chiron talk about teaching a class of trouble-makers about the Gods and Goddesses.
"Annabeth, I realize I must be incredibly boring to you, but I thought you might like to know there may be a new demigod coming to camp this summer." Chiron said. Oddly enough, his voice sounded strained, almost like he didn't want the kid to come. Or like he was hiding something. I immediately perked up.
"Really? Do you think he could be the one? Do you think he might be the one to finally take me on a quest?" I asked, trying unsuccessfully to disguise the excitement in my voice.
"Maybe, Annabeth." Chiron said. His voice sounded far off. "So…it's getting kind of late. You have a long day of training ahead of you. I suggest you get off to bed." I was getting up to leave when I heard something.
"Did you hear that? It sounds like someone's outside. Apparently they don't have to get off to bed." I grumbled. Then I got up left the big house. When I stepped outside I saw a boy walking towards the Big House. He looked about my age, with disheveled black hair and bright green eyes. He was, I have to admit, a little bit cute. But then I noticed the other things. I noticed the rips in his shirt, the end of a Minotaur horn he held in his hand, and the fact he was dragging Grover the satyr down towards me. His face had a look of terror and confusion that I recognized all to well.
"Oh My Gods! Chiron!" I called. He came racing outside. I was frightened he might scare the poor boy when I realized the boy had collapsed. We ran over to the boy. He looked at Chiron and a look of recognition crossed his face. Then he looked at me and he gave a small half-smile. Then he passed out.
"He's the one. He must be." I said. I knew that no average demigod could take out the Minotaur.
"Silence, Annabeth." Chiron said. "He's still conscious. Bring him inside."
"Percy…Percy. I can't believe it." Chiron said. He was no longer in the far-off place he'd been moments before, and he'd sprung into action. He pulled Percy onto his feet and helped me walk him inside.
"So…, who is this Percy kid?" I asked.
Chiron sighed. "Annabeth, meet Perseus Jackson. He'll want you to call him Percy. This is the boy I was telling you about."